Our greatest inspiration,

Our greatest disappointment,

Alone in our compartment,

Full of resignation,


Dreams are false” she said,

but what’s it worth to be real?

If when we lie down in bed,

it’s dreams and not real,

which we feel,


Dreams are false” she said,

but what exactly is a mirror?

If comparing real or not,

dreams could really be no clearer,


Dreams are false and that is true,

but so am I and so are you,

what we see is our reflection,

but what we dream is fascination,


Give me a world without a dream,

and I would quickly leave this world,

because to me it would seem,

my happiness and joy has just been hurled


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